You give me the shakes
You make me feel butterflies in my stomach
I feel like I’m running a temperature of 103.
I feel like I’m in a waking dream.
Being with you makes me feel drugged.
*
My knees are weak.
It’s like my hands are palsied.
My stomach tightens, and my mouth starts watering
My head is aching
Being away from you puts me in withdrawal.
*
You're my drug.
You’re my fantasy.
You're my muse.
Like a teen with his first love
Being with you makes me confused.
*
So come to me.
Join me
Be with me
Don’t leave me all alone
Give me all your love
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Take Me With You
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Like a teen with his first love. That feeling is just so special. Loved your poem!
Dear StepMom - Pretty 'Sweet~Soppy' Bakin' of you - StepSon
I sometimes felt that way too.
Very exciting experience
That's so sweet! Love it!
Awe that feeling of love perfectly described ❤️